Lift your veil, mischievous girl, for Vitthal gazes at your body!
The lotus of your body blooms like the full sixteen-digited moon!
Lift your veil, mischievous girl, for Vitthal gazes at your body!
Your body, fragrant like sandalwood,
Has captured the mind of the Lifter of the mountain!
Lift your veil, mischievous girl, for Vitthal gazes at your body!
While lust has gripped the lustful ones, O what nectar Narsinh enjoys!
Lift your veil, mischievous girl, for Vitthal gazes at your body!
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